On the Road to Emmaus in America
As a Catholic American who fully believes what the Church teaches, yesterday’s election left me wondering if there is actually a place for me and my faith in the New America. Without a doubt, it is time to embrace the fact that the Catholic Church in America has been pushed over a threshold which will make it more difficult to live out our mission and to spread the Gospel. It is clear that America has decided to turn away from God by voting no to life, no to the family, and no to religious liberty. We, the faithful, must come to terms with what this means for us and recognize that “practice as usual” will not work anymore.
This past Sunday during Mass, I felt God whisper to my heart. I had been so restless with anxiety and had not really slept for days (maybe weeks). After the Eucharist, I began to reflect upon the period of time after the crucifixion but before the resurrection. For those 3 days (which could have easily felt like 8 years!), the faithful must have felt so alone, sad and rejected – just as the 2 disciples felt on the road to Emmaus. Yet, hope in Christ’s resurrection lay ahead. The disciples could not take comfort in the whims of the populace, for they had shouted “Crucify Him!”, nor in the actions of their governing officials, who were complicit and had turned the other way. All that remained was hope and comfort in Christ and His message of truth.
As Sunday turned into Monday and I still was not sleeping, I began to reflect upon Esther, who was called to be in the right place, at the right time so that she would “be ready for such a time as this.” There is a reason why we are living through this dark day and why our children, the next generation of leaders in the Church, are being called to stand-up and guide the faithful through the “Red Sea” before us. Some battles are not always won, but God’s goodness always prevails.
Before closing, I would like to leave you with some words of hope. I remember after the 2008 election, I was struck by how many people were putting their hope in a man. In quiet defiance, I started carrying around a bag that read, “My HOPE is in the Lord.” And, never has that been more true than today.
Well, I am positive that I will lose some of my needle arts-centric readers and my left-leaning Twitter followers with this message. However, we do not live in a vacuum filled with yummy yarn and fabulous fabrics alone. Sometimes we have to take a stand for what is right. I also recognize that God must form every one of my decisions and that truly, all of my pearls of needlework wisdom and inspiration are gifts from Him. Besides, as I told my 7-year-old daughter this morning who was concerned about losing friends at school because of our family’s values – it is never wrong to stand with truth and goodness, no matter the consequences.
Happy Stitching! Viva Cristo Rey!
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